Alzara froze. The tiny creature gleamed like carved obsidian, its stinger dripping with faint violet light. Galato grinned wider, the veins on his neck bulging as he stroked the creature with a perverse fondness.
"This little beauty is called a Soul Widow." His tone dripped with mockery. "One sting, and your mana veins dissolve while your body stays alive. You will become a crippled mortal woman and succumb to torturous pain every single day."
"Oh… nothing turns me on as much as pain does. My sweet princess. Come, let's go to my pleasure palace. There are many women like you there. All are enjoying my bond of pain every day. You will become one of mine and live forever serving me."
